Kunci Gitar Perfect Execution
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone

N/A
Kunci: G# minor
Verse 1
Dm
Dead dead dead dead
C
Bb
Kill kill kill em all
Dm
Kill (leave em lyircally)
Dead dead dead dead
C
Bb
Kill kill kill em all
Dm
Kill (leave em lyircally)
Dead dead dead dead
C
Kill kill kill em all
Bb
A
Die die die, die, die, die, die
Verse 2
Dm
(Get em!)
When I hit em with the rythem nigga
chill em to the bone
I kill em with a lyric n them
A
niggas gettin' gone
I can never finish a song,
Am
A
Gm
cause the competition never hold on that long
Dm
Flow faster than the minutes
go on my phone
He wicked lyrical criminal, I'm on my own
Am
A
The sickest individual,
ya'll might know'I'm
Gm
I blow a niggas mouth out,
Dm
all I show em, is I'm a monster
beast, runnin' through like the Nephalif
Am
N I'm fuckin' up the best'a them
Gm
OK nigga, let's pretend that you a bullet proof vest,
A
Gm
n I'm an automatic weapon then
Dm
N that chest you call yourself
protectin' is your title
A
But when I'm releasing this heat,
Am
it's vi tal, ya die
Gm
Goin' against me is suicidal
Dm
Kray psycho like Michael
Ehh hee
Comin' back like I just
A
sold a sack on the 99
Drive by n I kill em with words, bloody,
Gm
Dm
a mess all over the curb
Murda mo some mo, hit em hard,
get em all, kill em all
A
Hit the nigga in the heart
for having a thought
Am
then hit'em in the brain for
Gm
thinkin' he can hang
Verse 3
Dm
Perfect eecution, last assassination
A
Am
Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo,
Gm
Dm
murda
(Killa, killa)
A
Perfect eecution, last assassination
Am
Gm
Murda mo, murda mo, murdamo, murda mo,
Dm
murda
(Killa, killa)
Perfect eecution, last assassination
A
Am
Murda mo,
Gm
murda mo, murda mo, murdamo, murda
(Killa, killa)
Dm
A
Perfect eecution, last assassination
Am
Murda mo,
Gm
murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda
Dm
(Killa, killa) I told ya'll I was
about to get it crackin'
keepin' the blaze,
can't fade Krayzie Jackson
A
Am
Creep with the AK, straight aimed exactly
Enter the brain,
Gm
bang bang stained with platinum
Dm
A magnum for hit records,
treck a nigga like Manning
No floss,
Am
A
so believe that'cha seen whut'cha saw
Am
so raw, make ya broad
Gm
wanna get naked
Dm
Cause I spit that fire, dawg,
hot heat ta burn ya
Had to take a little bitta me ta learn ya
Am
If anybody really got beef than stroll up
Gm
n sho'fun they gonn' get
broke n rolled up
Dm
Get smoked n folded up
I'm kinda like a 4- 4 just
load me up
A
(yeah) But when I bust
I'm like a AK- 47
Am
Gm
Under the dust is what the muthafuckas
reppin', check em
Dm
N ask em how they got
there
Leathaface let the sawed off pop, yeah
Am
n make sure all the bullshit stop there
Cause 20 of em verses me still is not fair
Gm
Just not fair
Verse 4
Dm
N always strong to the finish,
never seen a nigga so I'll that's so wicked
Am
A
None like me before
Am
Nigga feel like you iller than this
Gm
then come get it
Verse 5
Dm
Perfect eecution, last assassination
A
Am
Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo,
Gm
Dm
murda
(Killa, killa)
Perfect eecution, last assassination
A
Am
Murda mo,
Gm
murda mo, murda mo, murdamo, murda
Dm
(Killa, killa)
Perfect eecution, last assassination
Am
Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo,
Gm
Dm
murda
(Killa, killa)
Perfect eecution, last assassination
A
Murda mo,
Am
A
murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda
(Killa, killa)
Perfect eecution, last assassination
Am
Dm
Murda mo, murda mo, murda
mo, murda mo, murda
(Killa, killa)
Verse 6
C
Dead dead dead dead
Bb
Kill kill kill em all
Dm
Kill (leave em lyircally)
Dead dead dead dead
C
Bb
Kill kill kill em all
Dm
Kill (leave em lyircally)
Dead dead dead dead
C
Kill kill kill em all
Bb
A
Die die die, die, die, die, die
Dm

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